[hesitates for a moment, then disappears off the astral plane. He comes back with the gun, and holds it out to Sam.] It's not dangerous.
[The gun itself looks, weighs, and feels like a real loaded gun, about the size of a pistol. The acronym S.E.E.S. is written on the barrel, which if Sam cares to notice is the same initials on a red badge Minato wears on his left arm. There's no way to load bullets into it. Firing it produces the same effect as firing a gun, but without the pesky projectiles creating gaping wounds in flesh problem.]
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[[ooc: *headdesk* ohgodwhy]]
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